I am making dinner, a moment’s attention diverted from observing N &E.

Enter into the hall. A flood. Jars, scraps of paper, the unruly effects of un-contained water. Little people, delighted.

Moments later, I am cleaning up after dinner. Enter sunroom. N& E have the tub of vaseline and are gleefully smoothing it over their legs (wegs).

DB outside on the grass, “I just weed in on my shorts!”

N looking on in awe

“I need to wee outside!”

Seconds later

“Mum! This is wet!”

E up to something in the garage, constructive no doubt!

No he is weeing too, no doubt on his shorts.

“Mum, these are wet!”

N is naked

“Mum is it windy enough to fly a kite? “

Me- “No it’s not windy”

It’s blissfully sunny and I can hear the waves lapping on the shore, a reminder of our little idyllic islanded state in the universe.

Val and Min are playing.

DB found treasure in the garage. The hunt has escalated.

E in a funk about not finding summer pants.

“Mum, can I have shorts in bed?”

Peace little demigod you have all you need

He stands up on a chair outside and shakes his little fists in rage

N to E

“stop hitting your Mum”

DB found further treasure: A box of buttons.

Three little gods squatting on the tarmac designing a new world.

N “Can we?”

Me “Yes’

N “Thank you!”

Then E wees into the new world and floods it all.